'I need you'
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All those times before
Maaz returned back, his muscles mildly aching, his blood gradually cooling, and his face showing signs of a fight. Ayat jolted from her seat. His conspicuous state seemed not to disturb her, she was vexed at him disappearing into the thin air.
"Where the hell were you?" She asked in a low tone as he settled beside her.
"Something came up." Her nails dug in her palms on his reply made her furious. God knows, how she contained her anger.
"You should have told me if you weren't sure about the marriage, I would have understood,"
He felt dragged through mud by her words. He held her wrist subtly trying not to draw attention and seethed between his teeth. "You'll know. How damn sure I bloody am,"
She was far from pestering into his roughness. This is what she signed up for, his occasional snobbishness. His angst. His flipping moods, his rash tone and his after care. She might get bashed by society, but for her, the only rule applied here was, if you won't change yourself for him, don't expect him too as well'. For her, this was simple, she had loved him the same way.
She freed her reddened wrist, looking ahead into the slowly emptying venue, snapping her face away. From her peripheral vision she caught his sight. His body language stated his exasperation. She showed him, she was angry about his rudeness towards her.
"Sometimes I wonder why are you still with me,"
His voice seemed edgy. She wanted to laugh at his question, though his question seemed genuine. "Because you occasionally act like a pompous dickhead and leave your wife alone right after you exchange wedding rings with her. Typical for you isn't it?" Her sarcastic voice foretold him her justified anger, he did leave without giving her a heads up. The news was that haunting for him, he couldn't think of anything, and for him he was still in the daze of it.
"You've got a dirty mouth on you wifey, don't you?" He muttered. She hated that they were fighting on their wedding day. He had been on his toes from the very start of this day, he didn't even mind complimenting her. She reminded herself that he was just a moody person at the end of the day.
"Whatever," She said turning her face away from him. He couldn't see her angry, he held her hand and caressed her palm.
"Don't be angry, you look ravishing when you smile,"
"Do you have a dual personality disorder?"
He neared her. Her hands sweat, they were the showpiece right now, and more than in solitude, his advances made her anxious in front of everyone. "Do you have a problem?" His voice made her hot. It was so authoritive and low.
"No...no," She stuttered looking away. He smirked seeing his effect on her was true to this day. She was bewildered, however, on where had he gone to, but ask him now was to put your hand in the lions den. She spent the rest of the evening, talking to her friends and meeting old acquaintances. Maaz was meeting his business associates, all those who congratulated them on their wedding.
They were to leave for Australia, tonight, chaining up to Thailand, Turkey, Maldives and finally their permanent home, US. Their things were all set in the private jet, and they were to aboard the plane at 12 o clock sharp. It was already 11:30. They needed to make haste, as she got paranoid if things were on time. She liked being punctual.
In time, Sara approached Ayat in evident urgency. "The cars are waiting for you,"
"Where are Danial and Shahzain?" Maaz stood up to inquire.
"They have left already," Sara told, and then made a funny face. "They are tagging along with you both on your honeymoon?"
"No, Khala they are going to stop in Australia alone, they have some business to attend to," Maaz said sweetly. He was such a character this man.
"And I shouldn't hear you working on the trip. I will rip your heart out with my bare hands," Sara warned Maaz. He smiled seeing the concern after all she was the apple of their eye.
"She won't get bored at all," Maaz smirked watching her turn all red.
"You can let her get bored if she wants it," Arsalan said maintaining his demeanor. His kill you before you touch me one. Sara slapped Arsalan's shoulder saying they were married and he could stop with the possessiveness. Ahsan gave all good wishes to her. She told him to take care of his pregnant wife and gave love to her nephew.
Mirha and Haya hugged Ayat together. "Don't forget that white lingerie,"
Haya muttered excitedly. Ayat nodded her head equally ecstatic. "I remember, can't forget it even if I wanted to, also I spend my haq halal ki kamai on it,"
"Don't worry ab tou ghar ka farsh bhi dollars sa saaf karna," Mirha winked. (You can even clean the floorboards with dollars now) Ayat laughed. Her father side hugged her. So this was it. That's what this was all about, making her an independent women and sending their little dove away.
"Be safe," said she, her mother who had raised her in shadows of her dark past, lent her to the hands of the devil and now wished for her to not be consumed by it.
"I might cry if you carry this on," She warned. Her eyes pooled sheer tears accompanying her shivering body. Her mother provided her the warmth of her home, the home she had live her life in. She pulled back wiping the tears away from Ayat's face.
"You both are late already, we won't keep you now, let's get you in the car,"
Maaz led them towards two big jeeps accompanying a black limo, their engines roaring. She settled at the back of the limo. The automobile was empty, with a beautiful window giving a view of outside, and a number of wine glasses arranged on the shelf.
She wondered she'd ask him what happened. The need for finding was subsided as their thighs brushed together when the door closed and he sat beside her. She cursed under her breath for wanting to feel him more, wanting the friction to increase, feeling his hot breath fanning her neck.
"I see you getting rosier and rosier and don't know the reason," He whispered close to her. She wiggled at her place, trying to doze off the feeling that was intoxicating her and felt like the heavy dress was getting her hot among other reasons.
"I believe," He kissed her neck slowly sucking the area. "You must be thinking about this,"
He placed his thumb beneath her chin and raised her face, leaning in. Centimeters apart, tilting faces admiring scars and becoming breathless. The clock stroked 12. Damn they were late, but who cared. She was no Cinderella, and he were no prince charming. He looked straight in her eyes and for once in 23 years she wanted to be kissed, to feel his mouth on hers.
Heat rose from her stomach leading to her chest. His lips were getting closer and closer, she parted her lips and smelt him without feeling guilty. He washed over her like a wave of warmth, her toes curled, as she grabbed his arm, as the taste of him reached her mouth all thoughts silenced under his majestic spell. She felt his hands wandering on his rigid body, making sure, he wasn't again a fragment of her wild imagination.
He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him.
He licked her lower lips seeking entrance. Some blemished part of his brain wanted to taste her blood, raw from her lips, but he never wanted to hurt her. Her nails dug deeper into his arms when he sucked her lower lip. Tingles passed through her body, on every stroke of his tongue on her lips.
Her hands wandered to other place, making him groan. They purged aside, and looked at each other, both their orbs dark in desire, and their bodies hot in passion.
"Come back here," His voice authoritive as he pulled her in his lap. She felt surges of pleasure running her down. Feeling all of him on her. His kisses travelled down her neck, she bit her lips to stop her voice from emerging above. The car halted to a stop, breaking their trance.
She wiped his lips with her handkerchief, and touched up her own lipstick. The door was opened by a chaperone, as they exited the car, they were standing on a runway a few feet's apart from boarding the plane. She was still crimson in shade, barely supporting herself. He held her back in means to fix her stature. It felt assuring now. Now that he had held her. Entirely.
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The door shut close with a thud. The private room was decently arranged, with refreshments on a little table and a double bed in the middle. The place was precise and articulately designed.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" For her, tis was more important to know his unease than to devour him first. He removed his sherwani and settled beside her.
"I wanted to make this unforgettable for you and then this happened," He opened his phone and showed her a picture. Khawar Javed Chaudhry was in shackles. She looked at him after.
"It's...it's wonderful Maaz, why are you not happy?" Her voice cackled in happiness and shock.
He swiped the screen, pressing his temples, and sniffing air. His brown eyes showing redness, and swell to the picture.
"I don't know what I am seeing," In daze she spoke. "No. No. I am dreaming. This can't be. How is this possible Maaz? Maaz...your mother is alive,"
Indeed, as shocking as it might seem. Zara Farooq Chaudhry was alive, living a life of utmost misery. Of pain and solitude under the watchful eyes of late Javed Chaudhry and Khawar Javed Chaudhry just to take revenge on Farooq Chaudhry for getting more fortune than him. All this due to money. This money, it makes you lick shit.
"Khawar was hiding in an old factory miles from Lahore, with some of his crew. He took mom place to place and flee according to need, she lived with them, they tortured her," His voice cracked. "She thought I had died on birth, she fainted on my sight, she couldn't believe I was alive,"
She wondered how many more shocks would life give them, to make them more unsure for what to believe and what to not. "Where is she? Does mom know?" Her voice ascertained. She shook him. "Maaz? Does mom know?"
"I told her before we left, and my mother is in Australia, to take care of her, Danial and Shahzain are going there since she won't be safe here now, I can't believe she was alive, breathing, living in misery and I didn't know, Ayat, I couldn't free her, I couldn't..." He said. Her heart ached at the sight, she put her head on his and caressed his arm.
"It wasn't your fault, not yours love, it was all fate, and you cannot change it, you found her, you can be together now," She smiled with tears in her eyes, and he nodded smiling alongside.
In his dreams a box said 'Lost and found'. But he'd never reached it, finally it seemed he had reached it all. All that was inside, all that this world had to offer. It felt like his soul had been tucked away in a coffin called 'peace'.
"I think I ruined all the mood, and you are so precious to me, all our lovely make out session, we need to complete things shouldn't we?" His voice was low, provocative and engaging.
"I have the right solution," She smirked.
"You are full of surprises aren't you, mia amor," He stood up nearing her. She stopped him from coming near by putting her palm on his chest and looked up at him.
"Now, now, patience is virtue, tell me where the washroom is?" She asked.
"At your back and be fast," He mentioned. He had imagined her, but to see her in flesh and bones was a story yet to be told. The door opened and he anticipated what she'd done. She wore a white lingerie and a silk robe on it with her makeup all washed and her skin glowing. He had seen her legs for the first time, and it made his mouth water in anticipation. She confidently stood there, seeing her husband completely smitten by her.
She deliberately remained chaste in her position. He had loved her enough to distinguish this new feeling overtaking the beast inside of him. Her chest heaved. Her robe ending before her knees. A clearly apprehensive mark of his in her finger. Their wedding ring, and an addition he wanted to add in her neck.
His bear eyes were of the color of shadowed trees and illusionary darkness. If someone were to see from outside they'd think that a pious soul was about to be tainted. He pinned her to the wall before she could say anything, her confidence fell like log from a cliff. Her hands were pinned above her head, and his mouth beside her right ear.
"I am not held responsible for my actions anymore," He said pressing himself into her soft body, and kissing her jawline escalating downwards. She removed his shirt and touched his shoulders travelling to his back, she could feel cliffs and hills and odd scars on his back, signing his life. She pecked his shoulder and bit the skin whispering "Let's finally finish what we started all those times before,"
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